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The annual meeting of the Johnson County Old 
Settlers' Association was held at the Fair Grounds in 
Iowa City on September 12, 1912. The weather was all 
that could be desired and the attendance excellent. 
Many of the old settlers from the country came early 
and a large number enjoyed a fine picnic dinner in the 
shade of the trees. An unusual number of the pioneer 
settlers of the County was present. 

After the dinner, the exercises of the day occurred, 
President Geo. T. Borland presiding. Invocation was 
offered by Rev. A. Schwimley and the address of the 
day was given by one of the early settlers of the County, 
Mr. Newton Parvin of Cedar Rapids, Grand Secretary 
of the Iowa Masonic Lodge. 

The address given by Mr. Parvin was largely de- 
voted to reminiscences within his personal recollection 
of early day life in this county. Having been born and 
reared to manhood in Iowa City, he gave many inter- 
esting anecdotes that were within the memory of the 
pioneers present. His father was a Professor in the 
University at an early day and Mr. Parvin drew an 
interesting picture of early day life in the University. 

After the exercises, which were enjoyed by all, the 
meeting was called upon to determine by vote whether 
the Old Settlers' Association should continue their meet- 


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ings at the Fair Grounds or whether the old settlers' 
cabin should be removed to a convenient place in the 
city park, the park commissioners having offered 
ground in the city park for the removal of the cabins 
and for the holding of the meetings of the Old Settlers' 
Association. The proposition was stated to the meet- 
ing and discussion was had pro and con for some time. 
After the discussion the proposition was put to a vote 
and the removal proposal carried by a vote of 108 to 18. 

Election of officers for the ensuing year resulted as 

President Eobeet Lucas 

Vice Presidents, S. P. Fey and 

O. A. Byington 

Secretary H. J. Wieneke 

Treasurer Bruce Moore 

Executive Committee: Euclid Sanders, 
W. P. HoHENSCHUH, E. B. Graham, 
Lemuel Hunter and Emery Westcott 

The cash receipts of the Treasurer for the day were 

As the time approached for the removal of the log 
cabins from the grounds of the Agricultural Society to 
the city park, some opposition to the removal developed 
on the part of some of the old settlers who had taken 
part in the erection of the log cabins. A meeting of the 
old settlers was called to meet at the City Hall at Iowa 
City for the purpose of considering the subject of re- 
moval or the building of other log cabins. President 
Robert Lucas was in the chair and W. P. Hohenscuh 
acted as secretary of the meeting. H. J. Wieneke 
stated that investigation showed that the log cabins 
at the fair grounds were decayed to such an extent as to- 

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necessitate the substitution of many new logs in case of 
removal. After a discussion it was decided that it was 
not practical to remove the old log cabins but that it 
would be more satisfactory to build log cabins out of 
new unhewed oak logs. It was decided to build two log 
cabins upon the high ground upon the upper part of the 
park, the same to be 20x16 feet with a 10 foot space be- 
tween and all under one roof. The same to be so con- 
structed as to be as nearly as practicable a replica of the 
old trading house formerly standing at Napoleon, the 
old county seat of Johnson County. 

It was determined to ask for donation of logs or 
money to pay for logs. The logs to be 17 and 21 feet 
long and to be delivered upon the ground during the 
coming winter. The following subscriptions were made 
at the meeting: W. P. Hohenschuh, Fred Schneider, 
Geo. T. Borland, H. J. Wieneke, Cyrus Orr, D. P. 
Sawyer, $5.00 each. 

On January 28th, 1913, a contract was made with 
Chris. Galaucher for logs to be delivered on the grounds 
in the park. The following is a list of those who fur- 
nished or paid for logs : Mrs. Thos. C. Carson, five logs ; 
Eobert Lucas, and J. J. Metzger, three logs each. 
Glenn and Guy Stevens, W. D. Dennis, C. Senner, Jos. 
Walker, Mrs. W. P. Coast, Chas. Alt, R. B. Graham, 
Schnare Bros., Wm. Pelkner, Lemuel Hunter, Horace 
Sanders, William Dunkel, S. A. Swisher, Edna and 
B. B. Wilson, two logs each. Mathew Cavanagh, John 
Springer, J. E. Switzer, Geo. Bradley, Henry Lorenz, 
A. B. Stillwell, J. H. Guzeman, Mrs. E. W. Rockwood, 
T. D. Davis, R. T. Lee, Mrs. Luella Carson, D. A. Reese, 
J. C. Stauffer, J. E. Reizenstein, P. A. Korab, H. J. 
Wieneke, Emery Westcott, B. V. Bridenstine, C. P. 
Lee, Horace Kimball, A. J. Hertz, Mrs. G. M. Ryerson, 


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Isaac Furbish, David Borts, Mrs. F. S. McGee, O. il. 
Williams, C. F. Huebner, O. A. Byington, Alex 
Sweeney, Jolin P. Hughes, S. C. Jones, Von Stein 
sisters, W. F. Murphy, W. P. Hohenschuh, W. M. 
Davis, Edwin Hummer, Folsom Bros., S. P. Fry, Mrs. 
A. C. Webb, John L. Adams, S. T. Morrison, Mrs. L. A. 
Eogers, F. F. Luse, Mrs. John E. Jayne, Mrs. and Mr. 
Beecher, and Rose Gayman Roebuck, one log each. 

The foregoing is a complete list of logs donated and 
paid for although by oversight a few names may pos- 
sibly have been omitted. , . , , 

The construction of the log cabins in the city park 
by the old settlers was inaugurated on May 31st, 1913. 
It took some little time for some of the old settlers to get 
warmed up and limbered up to the work. After a 
hearty dinner, served by the ladies, the work went 
bravely on and by 5 o'clock the east cabin shows nine 
logs high and the west cabin five logs high. 

It was voted unanimously to continue the work on 
the next Saturday. The work was carried on with much 
enthusiasm, some of the ladies handling a hand spike 
and assisting in carrying the logs. The work was taken 
up on the following Saturday and continued on each 
Saturday until the cabins were all under cover. On 
Saturday, August 30, 1913, the following is a partial 
list of those present who assisted in putting on the roof 
and doing part of the chinking: J. Y. Stover, R. A. 
McChesney, Isaac Furbish, G. H. Van Patton, R. B. 
Williams, Raymond Bowers, Fred Schneider, Emery 
Westcott, Paul Horton, Frank Pohler, Lemuel Hunter, 
J. E. Stover, John L. Adams, M. K. Wolfe, L. A. Luse, 
J. P. Switzer, E. D. Westcott, J. C. Stauffer, S. Yar- 
borough, M. Cavanagh, H. J. Wieneke, and F. F. Luse. 
The following ladies furnished a fine dinner: Mrs. E. 

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Westcott, Mrs. J. C. Stauffer, Mrs. M. Horton, Miss 
Euth Horton and Miss Bessie Borts. 


Thursday, September 12, 1913, was the day set for 
the annual gathering. The day opened cloudy and 
rainy. About forty-five met at the cabin and it was 
determined to postpone the meeting until September 
18th. Messrs. Finkbine and Kirk Jewett had motored 
down from Des Moines to attend the meeting. 

September 18th, 1913, the morning opened lowery 
and threatening, but the clouds cleared away and by 
noon a large crowd had assembled at the cabins in the 
park. The building committees were complimented on 
the work accomplished and the expressions of satisfac- 
tion by the old settlers present were general. President 
Robert Lucas gave the principal address of the day 
which was greatly enjoyed. The following is a resume 
of the address : 


If you will be pleased to listen to me for a few min- 
utes I will try to give an explanation of the reasons for 
holding meetings such as this, and for building memo- 
rial monuments like our new log cabin. 

A little more than seventy-five years ago the first of 
the race of Iowa pioneers crossed the Mississippi, went 
to the woods that fringed the streams to its west, felled 
the oaken logs and raised the walls of their little cabin 
homes. Then they went to the nearby prairie, turned 


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over the sod, and planted the seed corn they had brought 
with them to supply the grain for their winter's bread 
— depending on the rifle for their meat. They had their 
raiment of buck-skin and their meat was venison and 
wild turkey. 

The first settlers had discovered a rich land of great- 
est promise — naturally they wished their friends to 
know of it, so sent reports of it back to their former 
home. In consequence a stream of immigrants came 
over the great river for many years. And when a set- 
tler arrived, he always found the latch strings of the 
cabin doors ^'hung out" in token of a hospitable wel- 
come. And when he had picked out his claim and 
wished to build his first rude home upon the land, set- 
tlers for miles around came with their axes, felled the 
trees, hewed the logs, split out the puncheons, raised the 
walls, laid the puncheon floor and puncheon roof, built 
the stick chimney and plastered it with mud. Far from 
a base of supplies, far from outside and the early set- 
tlers were dependent upon one another. It is related 
that when one of them was in want or trouble he found 
ready helping hands and every sympathy from all the 
rest, for hospitality, friendliness, helpfulness, kindli- 
ness was the unwritten law of the frontier. It came 
from the heart and was of the spirit of the pioneer. 
Such were the relations of Iowa's early settlers to one 

It was only those of greatest courage, energy, ambi- 
tion, independence and self-confidence in those days 
when transit and communication was snail slow, who 
would forsake the comforts, plenty and security of 
settlements, cross great rivers, strike boldly into a path- 
less wild, there to carve out homes and build a common- 
wealth. The indolent, the timid, the unambitious would 

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not do it. They would remain where they were safe 
from violence, secure from casualties, incident to flood 
and wilderness, certain of their daily bread. What they 
did shows that the Iowa pioneer was a brave, enter- 
prising race. Moreover they were a people of great 
initiative, much ability and wisdom as their work bears 

What was their work ? They turned over the prairie 
sod and made waving grain fields. They built highways 
and bridges, schools and churches, towns and cities, 
converted a wilderness to one of the highest cultivated, 
most civilized portions of the globe. 

They organized and administered local and terri- 
torial governments. They laid the foundation for and 
began the erection of our admirable state institutions. 
They framed and adopted a constitution as fully 
abreast of the most advanced political thought of its 
day, as was the constitution of any state. They enacted 
a code of laws, applicable to the condition of the people 
of Iowa at the time. 

They were like the inventor who first planned and 
built the locomotive and placed it on the track ready to 
run. We are like the engineer who steps aboard, opens 
the throttle and runs the engine. To them belongs the 
honor of having taken the initiative, upon us falls the 
duty of imitating them in many ways. 

Looking from this hill, we see to the south a small 
but splendid city, with metropolitan improvements, the 
spires of many churches pointing to the sky, the tower 
of a fine house of justice, the dome of one of the best 
institutions of higher education, while below the town a 
cloud of smoke and the deep rumble of the train passing 
over the river tells the location of a great trans-conti- 
nental railroad route. Pine farmsteads grace the near 


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landscape. To the east we see handsome residences of 
latest architectural models, glittering telephone and 
telegraph wires and speeding automobiles. The whole 
prospect speaks of modern civilization and highly in- 
tellectual life and the rest of Iowa is similar to this, 

Seventy-five years ago from this spot one might have 
seen upon yonder ridge looking for danger or for prey 
the shaggy prowling prairie wolf. Up the river flop- 
ping leisurely above the tree tops the bald eagle wings, 
his way. A herd of deer stroll across yon valley, reach 
the river and plunge down the bank to drink along the 
eastern shore down a path that used to run there, the 
long Indian file of Old Poweshiek 's band trailing from 
their hunting ground on the prairies near the Iowa's- 
source, to the graves of their fathers in the deep wood 
at the river's mouth. That these great changes have 
taken place in less than three-quarters of a century, we 
owe to the public spirit, wisdom and forethought of our 
pioneer forebears. 

Now we have increased to over two millions in popu- 
lation. We have today great wealth, great business 
activity, a complicated social system and the struggle 
for riches or for existence between man and man ha& 
become sharp indeed. This struggle like every selfish 
conflict is demoralizing to the participants. Killing out 
the spirit of devotion to the public weal. Killing out 
that spirit of neighborliness, helpfulness and kindli- 
ness toward all which was our ancestors'. Killing out 
all those flner sentiments which refine and elevate the 
people of a community while binding them in the bonds 
of an affectionate brotherhood, and leaving instead a 
heart of flint and a soul of greed. 

Now if we would have hope for the future we must 

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liave pride in the past. One of the reasons for assemblies 
like this is by social intercourse between old settlers to 
keep alive the pioneer's spirit of helpfulness and kind- 
liness to all ; another reason is that we would create and 
keep alive a pride in our great past by telling the 
achievements of our early days. We should correct this 
evil tendency to selfishness, and greed, of which I spoke, 
and which as many thoughtful men have told us, if not 
corrected in time will undermine our institutions till 
they fall, for the effect of all that evil is destructive. I 
say if we would correct this evil spirit of selfishness, 
greed, graft, we should teach our boys and girls to have 
pride in the past by telling them the story of the pioneer 
with his warm heart, right sentiments, great heroism 
and grand achievements. 

We should teach them the honor and dignity there is 
in devotion to the public weal and illustrate it by the 
history of our pioneer days. Teach them state pride 
and national pride by instructing them in the early his- 
tory of the state and nation. Show them that from pio- 
neer life our best and greatest Americans have come, 
for Washington spent his youth in the deep woods of 
Virginia, Webster tells us that the smoke that arose 
from the chimney of his father's rude log cabin in New 
Hampshire was the last smoke to go up from any habi- 
tation between civilization and the Canadian frontier, 
while Jackson, Clay, Douglas, Lincoln, were pioneers. 
We should build monuments to recall to the mind, 
through the eye, our pioneer history and our pioneers. 

There stands a cabin which we built this summer as 
a memorial of our early settlers of Johnson County. 
Bude, primitive like the cabins in which Jackson, Clay 
and Webster were born, like the cabin in which Lincoln 
was born, no column of bronze, not the bronze column 

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on the Palace Vendome at Paris was a more suitable 
momento of the grand army of the first French Re- 
public than is this structure of our Johnson County 
pioneers. Nor should our cabin awaken less enthusiasm 
and pride in the past in the hearts of our Iowa citizens 
than did that great bronze column, made of the cannons 
captured from their enemies awaken in the hearts of 
people of the First French Republic. 

By such teachings and monuments should all the 
young boys and girls in the land be led to honor the 
pioneer and emulate him in their own lives, for when 
the young have ceased to think as the pioneer thought, 
to feel as he felt and in an emergency to act as he would 
have acted, when they have acquired his kindliness and 
helpfulness toward others, his public spirit and patriot- 
ism, his energy, courage and endurance, Americans who 
are lovers of their country may have no fear from as- 
sault from within or without. For then let civic cor- 
ruption stretch forth his greedy hand and we will 
shackle it, let anarchy raise his fiery crest and we will 
crush it, let a foreign foe plant his iron heel upon our 
shore and we will hurl him back again, let befall what 
may, American institutions will endure and the Amer- 
ican flag wave on to the end. 

Miss Elizabeth Irish gave a short interesting his- 
torical talk dealing with early local history. E. J. 
Bealer of Cedar Rapids, a former pioneer of Johnson 
County, was present and delivered a short impromptu 
talk that was greatly enjoyed. The exercises of the day 
were closed by an address of Euclid Sanders dedicating 
the grounds and the cabins to the Old Settlers' Associa- 
tion of Johnson County, Iowa. The address was appro- 

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priate to the occasion and was followed with close 

The election of officers for the ensuing year resulted 
as follows : 

President Emeey Westcott 

Secretary H. J. Wieneke 

Treasurer Horace Sanders 

Executive Committee: Jos. Walker, 

Enoch Hope, John McCollister, M. K. 

Wolfe, E. Fountain, and J. J. Metzger 

The following men were present at each meeting of 
the work on the cabins: Emery Westcott, G. H. Van 
Patton and Frank Stackman. 

It is also worthy of note that Paul Henry Horton, 
although only sixteen years of age, was one of the few 
who worked every day that work was done on the cabin. 
This young man of much promise, who was a grandson 
of Secretary H. J. Wieneke, passed away in the fall of 


The annual meeting of the Old Settlers' Association 
was held at the cabins in the city park on Friday, Sep- 
tember 4th, 1914. The weather was ideal and one of the 
very largest crowds in the history of the organization 
was present. The usual gathering occurred in the fore- 
noon and a fine picnic dinner was participated in by 
several hundred of old settlers. After dinner the at- 
tendance was largely augmented. The log cabins were 
examined by nearly everyone in attendance and the 


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expressions of approval were unanimous. About two 
o 'clock the crowd assembled for the exercises of the day. 
President Emery Westcott presided. The principal 
address was given by O. A. Byington. The speaker 
briefly sketched the development of the County, refer- 
ring to a number of interesting early historical events. 

Among other things, the speaker said, ^^I feel there 
are many more competent than I to pay a fitting tribute 
to the pioneers of this County. It is only those who 
actually experienced the trials and hardships of pioneer 
life who can realize and appreciate what pioneer con- 
ditions really mean. We read of them and form our 
impressions, but there is no real realization. Think of 
the dangers and burdens that the very isolation of the 
pioneers entailed, to say nothing of the inconveniences 
which he suffered. Social intercourse was largely cut 
off, trading points at almost a prohibitive distance, 
schools for the children non-existent or miles away, 
and the doctor beyond human reach. 

^'In 1836 the first of the white race entered Johnson 
County with the view of permanent settlement. The 
first white man looked upon its fertile prairies with a 
purpose in his heart of making a home. In 1837 he had 
returned and with crude implements turned the first 
furrows. With what historical interest will that simple 
act be invested one hundred years hence, and yet as far 
distant in the past as it seems to us now, there are living 
in this County today three persons who came here with- 
in two years of the turning of that furrow. And there 
are yet living a number of settlers who came to this 
County within five years of that event. This fact brings 
home to us with great force the importance of obtaining 
from these pioneers, thus providentially spared, ac- 
counts of the many events of pioneer times that are of 

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importance in local history. This should especially be 
done in the interest of historical accuracy, for twenty- 
five years hence every real pioneer of this county must 
inevitably be gone. 

'^We are proud of the splendid progress which our 
county has made. In it is located the great University 
of the State. In its beautiful homes, in its fertile farms, 
in its prosperous people, in its beautiful county seat, in 
all that makes for a progressive, contented and happy 
people, our county is the equal of any in the imperial 
state of Iowa, while in rich historical material relating 
to the early development of the state, it is the peer of 
any other county. " 

The speaker then urged the appointment of a per- 
manent committee for the purpose of collecting and 
conserving local historical data. 

Miss Elizabeth Irish followed with a short, but elo- 
quent address. Among other things, she said, These 
pioneers were all a sturdy, virtuous class of people with 
stout hearts, willing hands and active minds ; ready to 
do and to dare in the upbuilding of a great common- 
wealth. They accepted the unbroken, untamed prairies, 
the rock-ribbed hills and rippling streams as gifts from 
God, and with the acceptance there sprang up in their 
hearts a vision of land flowing with milk and honey 
where the inhabitants thereof were a free and noble 
people, willing to fight a good fight and keep the faith ; 
where the laborer was worthy of his hire and where 
there was no fear to entertain the stranger within the 
gates, but the fear of the Lord was in the hearts of all 
and they realized that ^righteousness only exalteth a 

^ ' Such we know full well were the characteristics of 


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the early settlers of J ohnson County and to commemo- 
rate their virtues, their high ideals, and their pioneer 
struggles, we their descendants have builded these cab- 
ins, ornamenting the landscape before us, and forming 
a link in the chain of our development which has gone 
steadily forward since the coming of the first white man 
to this beautiful region in the valley of Iowa. ' ' 

Miss Elizabeth Felkner made an interesting and in- 
structive talk. She expressed her appreciation of the 
good pioneers of J ohnson County and pictured the part 
they took in the development of the wonderful resources 
of this country. The daughter of a very early pioneer, 
she gave a number of anecdotes handed down to her in 
her well-known family. She closed by paying a glowing 
tribute to our State, declaring that ' ' no towering moun- 
tain and no shoreless sea ever outstripped in wonderful 
grandeur and beauty the blossoming prairies of the 
west. ' ' 


Bryant sings in his poem entitled ^^A Forest 

**The groves were God's first temples. 
Ere man had learned to hew the shaft and lay the 
architrave, . . 

Here we have a most beautiful grove, and I am not 
sure, but now, here in the beginning of the 20th century 
in such a place as this, the spirit of adoration and wor- 

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ship may find as much inspiration as within cloistered 
walls or under cathedral spires. 

But, however this may be, certain it is, that no more 
fitting and inspiring place could be found, than here 
among these graceful, leaf -crowned trees, in this nature- 
planted grove, in which to meet in glad friendship and 
recall and recount the deeds, the virtues, the sacrifices, 
and the labors of love of the devoted pioneers, in their 
great work of settling the country and laying the foun- 
dations of the educational, civic and social institutions, 
which we now so abundantly enjoy. 

One year ago, when in view of the uncertain tenure 
by which the Old Settlers' Association held their place 
at the fair grounds, we were generously offered by Iowa 
City, through her efficient park commissioners, a per- 
manent home without money and without price, here on 
this beautiful forest-crowned hill, it was thought by 
many and I think by most of the association, that the 
generous offer should be by all means accepted, and 
accordingly when the proposition was introduced at the 
last annual meeting and fully discussed, and a vote 
taken thereon, it seemed that the sentiment of the asso- 
ciation was nearly unanimous in favor of accepting the 
offer and making the removal. 

But when men and teams appeared upon the ground 
for the purpose of removing the cabins and property of 
the association, they met with an unexpected but serious 
and determined protest, mostly by the ladies of the 
household of our late lamented brother, GMlbert R. Irish, 
who had done so much for so many years in keeping the 
association alive — perhaps more than any other half 
dozen members. The result was that the parties who 
had the removal in charge lacked the nerve, the heart, 
to proceed with their purpose in face of the unique 


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protest that confronted them. They beat a hasty but 
orderly retreat from the scene, and strange as it may 
seem, their gallant action met the unqualified approval 
of the association ; for it was felt without exception that 
the sentiment which inspired the opposition of these 
ladies was one of loyalty and love for the memory of the 
late head of their household, and that the tearing down 
and removal of the cabins seemed to them like a dese- 
cration of the cherished work of his devoted hands. 

But while it was decided to make no further attempt 
to remove the cabins, it was at the same time felt that 
the very decided expression of a desire for the accept- 
ance of the offer of the city at the annual meeting, could 
not be ignored, and hence it was decided to build new 
cabins on these beautiful grounds. 

This has been done as we see here today. They are 
not finished and the improvement and landscaping of 
the grounds contemplated has not yet been made, but 
all will be made in good time, when we will have a beau- 
tiful flower garden cultivated by the ladies of the asso- 
ciation to add to the charm of nature here so profusely 

What has been done, has been without the slightest 
feeling of resentment or bitterness toward any one who 
was opposed to this change of location, all of whom I 
am authorized to say, are most cordially invited to be 
present and participate at the annual meeting on the 
11th inst., held here, and I think I am voicing the senti- 
ment of the entire association when I say that if they 
come, they will be most gladly and joyfully greeted. 

It may not be out of place here to quote a beautiful 
poetic epigram of Edwin Markham, which reads : 
There is not time for hate, O wasteful friend; 
Put away hate until the ages end. 

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Have you an ancient wound ? — forget the wrong, 
Out in my West a forest loud with song, 
Towers high and green over a field of snow. 
Over a glacier buried far below." 

Here we have a forest — 'in its season — loud with 
song, but no field of snow, and no glacier buried below, 
but beneath this tree-crowned hill all is genial and 
warm and our hearts are aglow with most kindly feel- 
ing in harmony with our delightful and fascinating 
environment, and we hope to see here on the 11th inst., 
now only two days off, everybody who belongs in any 
way to the association and many others, to the end that 
the objects and purposes of the association may be ad- 
vanced along with the kindred sentiments of good fel- 
lowship, friendship and fraternity 


$2.07, received of William Kelso Two Dollars, seven cents in 
full of his County tax for the year One Thousand Eight Hundred 
and Thirty-nine. 

Samuel C. Trowbridge, 
Collector for Johnson County, I. T. 

By John Egan, Dep. 

Contributed by Elizabeth Irish 


By General Charles W. Irish, Gold Creek, Nevada 

Somewhere in the early fifties I, a young man then, 
met through an introduction by my father, with a 

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clergyman by the name of C. C. Townsend. He was 
just out from New York City and for the first time in^ 
or on the border of the then wild West. His journey so 
far from *^the center of civilization" was an errand of 
mercy. He was an upholder of the Episcopal Church or 
^^The Church of England" as I had often in my youth 
heard it spoken of derisively ; for then the fierce fires of 
hatred kindled by the war of the Revolution and the 
swiftly following war of 1812 were still burning as ash- 
covered embers upon many a hearthstone, and were 
frequently fanned into weak and fiickering fiames of 
passion against Great Britain as parents related stories 
of the murders and woeful devastations of those great 
struggles to their children by the winter firesides. 

I was not an exception to the rule in this matter, for 
my forefathers had taken a hand in both those wars. 
And on my father's side nearly all the male members of 
the family, born for generations on the New England 
coast and the island of Martha's Vineyard, had been 
sailors, my father among the number. Hence the long 
winter evenings by our fireside drew out many, tales of 
the nation's struggle for independence and many stories 
of the sea. Thus impressed I confess now, looking back 
after the lapse of near half a century, to a very strong 
dislike in my youthful days for anything British ; and 
this in a shadowy way included the ^'Church of Eng- 

Imagine my surprise when the Reverend Townsend,. 
talking with me soon after our acquaintance began, pro- 
posed that I should join him in an attempt to organize a 
society of that church in Iowa City. He had been about 
and over Johnson County and had succeeded in finding 
several members of his church, — not above three or four 
as I remember, — and now he desired my help and that 

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of some other young folks to make the organization com- 
plete. I frankly told him that I could not grant his 
request for I understood that he desired me to become a 
member of the congregation about to be organized and, 
further, that I did not like his church, — of its creed I 
knew nothing. He questioned me as to my refusal and 
dislikes in this matter, and I told him that I was a 
Quaker after the manner of my fathers and that I dis- 
liked everything English. He commended me for stick- 
ing to the faith of my fathers, pronouncing that faith a 
good one to live and die by, and then gave me a history 
of the Episcopal church, a revelation to me. I was cap- 
tivated by his kindly manner and the bit of history of 
the church given, and consented to assist in organizing 
the first congregation of the Episcopal church in Iowa 

Mr. Townsend gave me a book of prayer and in- 
structed me in the use of it. He started me out on a 
proselyting expedition to gather in some of my boyhood 
companions to help swell the embryo congregation. He 
did not expect at first very many to come even through 
curiosity, for religious jealousy ran high at the time 
and there was very little amity or comity between the 
various religious sects then organized at the capital of 

I well remember our first meeting; it took place in 
Dr. Reynolds' school room in the second story of the 
old Mechanics ' Academy. I can now recall in memory 's 
picture only that little congregation, five or six in num- 
ber, aside from the clergyman, nevertheless we went 
through the services without a hitch, succeeding even in 
the singing. 

We continued to meet with great regularity and the 
few regular members, all of whom lived at various dis- 


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tances in the country, came without fail, in spite of the 
severe winter weather which soon followed upon our 
first e:fforts, and the congregation grew slowly in num- 

Mr. Townsend was a tall, slim man, his face pleasing 
and impressive ; hair, eyebrows and beard black ; and of 
a bilious temperament. He was naturally kind-hearted 
and his manner was of the most friendly. 

I have said that this trip to the then wild west, the 
State of Iowa, was on an errand of mercy. He had ob- 
served the large nmnber of children, offspring of disso- 
lute parents in large proportion, but in many instances 
waifs from once well-to-do families broken up by busi- 
ness failures and other disappointments, and this mass 
of infantile humanity turned upon the streets of the 
great maritime cities of the East with no help, no shel- 
ter, nor the guidance of parents, exposed alike to the 
pitiless storm and the still more pitiless world, to grow 
up in the main, felons, preying upon the heartless soci- 
ety which had, in its heedlessness of the pain and the 
wrongs heaped upon these defenseless waifs, brought 
them to, and forced them into the great schools of vice 
to be found on every hand in all large cities. 

The then wild west of Iowa and associated States 
was almost entirely free from such schools of vice and, 
moreover, being par excellence a farming community, 
it offered in the Rev. Townsend 's opinion the very best 
school for the training of the poor little friendless street 
arabs of New York City, not only leading them in the 
paths of virtue and goodness, but along and on the 
broad way of industry and usefulness to suitable trades 
and callings, through the learning of which they might 
become independent and useful members of society. 
Thus his mission to the West was to find places among 

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its farmers and tradesmen for cast-off remnants of 
eastern civilization. He even dreamed of tlie founding 
of a home and school for them and hoped against hope, 
and most devoutly prayed for some Good Samaritan, 
with riches, to arise in the glorious West, who, with the 
kindness of heart which he himself possessed, might 
come forward with an ample endowment for such an 
institution. He sought aid in his scheme by asking even 
small donations, and ever enthusiastic, began to bring 
as many of the destitute children west as he could find 
means to transport and maintain. 

For many of these he found good homes, where kind- 
ly hands and hearts undertook their guidance, and for 
the rest he provided the best and cheapest shelter that 
his limited means would afford until fortune should 
open more friendly doors for the little members of his 
charge. I am glad to say that so far as my knowledge 
goes, the majority of the poor, friendless children, 
placed in Iowa homes by Mr. Townsend, grew up to be 
good and useful members of society, some even amass- 
ing a competence with which they entered successfully 
into business; and I recall instances where, with the 
means thus attained, parents long lost were hunted up 
and taken from public refuges and made comfortable 
and happy for the remainder of their lives. On the oth- 
er hand many of the waifs were found to be unworthy 
and soon became criminals. It was noted that these 
failures were among those who had attained several 
years of intimacy with the slum life of the great city 
where they were born, being in all cases the oldest chil- 
dren brought out from these haunts of vice. 

As from the beginning of human society, failures 
have attracted more notice than have successes, so it was 
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about that lie was importing criminals by the car-load 
into Iowa City and the surrounding country. 

These rumors grew apace and soon it was proposed 
to put a stop to his apparently '^criminal behavior. 

To this end a criminal prosecution was brought 
against him and he was forced to appear before the 
District Court for trial on this base charge. The old 
man, full of years and good works, came under bonds 
for trial before a jury on a penal charge based upon his 
work of mercy and goodness which I have hastily de- 
scribed. The trial was in progress in the court house 
on a warm summer day ; and Mr. Townsend was sitting 
near an open window with his hand on the sill, when 
without warning the heavy sash descended upon his 
fingers and so crushed and bruised them that he sick- 
ened and in a few days thereafter died from tetanus or 
what is commonly called lock-jaw. 

Thus ended a life devoted to charity and aiding the 
helpless in the most unselfish and painstaking manner. 
He sleeps I believe in an unmarked grave: but let the 
good which he did be his monument. He made some 
mistakes, doubtless, in selecting the little ones whom he 
sought to better and relieve, but if he saved even one of 
them to a life of usefulness and virtue, it went far to- 
ward compensating for all such errors. 

Contributed by Elizabeth Irish 


By Mrs. Isaac Dennis 

1855-6 Captain Jones, a Mormon Elder from Liver- 
pool, England, accompanied by one thousand people, 
were on their way West to join Brigham Young's col- 

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ony of Mormons, in the territory of Utah, they camped 
on the banks of Clear Creek, on the Isaac Dennis farm, 
three miles west of Iowa City. They were destitute of 
provisions, and came to our house for food and milk. 
Their shelter was very poor, and with meager food, they 
presented a sight, truly pitiable. Deaths were frequent 
and births were infinitely pathetic. From a log, the 
bark would be stripped in half cylinders, the bodies^ 
would be placed between them and then laid in a shal- 
low trench or cast out upon the waters of the Iowa. 
After the burial there would be prayer, a hymn, then a 
futile attempt to mark the spot where the loved one had 
been left. At the bank of the creek women washed the 
soiled garments of their families. A smoke rose high 
into the air from the thousand camp-fires. The scene- 
was varied and filled with animation. Music was from 
violins, horns, sleigh-bells and tambourines. They di- 
vided this camp up into two divisions, five hundred to 
each division. They picked out the ones they wished to 
move forward first, to Brigham Young's camp, in the 
far west. 

These people were furnished with hand carts and 
provisions, they then resumed their momentous journey 
westward. While the Mormons were camping near 
home, I went to town and left my father, Mr. N^. Fel- 
lows, to keep house for me. He was working in the 
garden, when a young lady rushed up to him and said, 
^^I am from the Mormon camp, they are going to start 
for the west in three days and I do not want to go with 
them. Can you direct me to a good family who wish to 
secure a girl to help them with their house work'?'^ 
^^Yes," replied father, ^^my daughter will be glad to 
take you. She has gone to town. You come back to- 
morrow and see her." ^^I cannot come back so you 


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please tell her to come to camp for me. I must now 
return to camp before they miss me, I have run away 
from it." 

When I returned home, father told me the message 
the young lady had left for me. The news greatly ex- 
cited me, and I said to father, ^^I will comply with her 
request, and if possible, I will rescue her from the Mor- 
mons. " So the next day I asked my husband to go over 
to the camp with me. He said, '^Well, I guess I had 
better not go. I think you had better take daughter 
Emma with you. ' ' Father gave me a description of the 
young lady, he said, ^^She is not very tall but was beau- 
tiful." That her eyes were blue, her hair was flaxen 
colored, and it was not very long, but it was very glossy. 
With this vivid description in our minds, Emma and I 
started out for the Mormon camp. We visited numer- 
ous tents and looked everywhere, and tried our best to 
locate our girl, but we looked in vain, we could not locate 
her. I met a little ten-year-old girl, who had gotten 
milk of me, so I ventured to ask her if she could help me 
find this girl. She thought I would be able to find her 
in Elder Jones ' tent, she then pointed out his tent to us 
— we visited it and found Mr. Jones, wife, and three 
young ladies, but none of them answered to father's de- 
scription. We were forced to return home without our 
girl. I then watched for the five hundred people to 
leave for the West. As soon as I saw them start, I said 
to my father, '^Now is my chance to find her." When 
I saw Captain Jones start out in his carriage with the 
old lady and the three girls, I started out and followed 

They settled down in camp up on a hill just west of 
our farm. As soon as I stopped to enter their camp, 
two little girls ran up to me and said, a young lady 

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wanted them to bring me to her tent. They said she was 
in Elder Jones' tent. They led me to a black tent with 
big heavy flaps over the door or entrance. I stepped up 
and asked a man who came to the door if he was Elder 
Jones. He replied, ' ' Yes. ' ' I told him I came to call on 
a young lady who was stopping with him at his tent. 
He invited me to enter, I did so, and then I asked, in the 
presence of Elder Jones, Which one of you girls called 
at my house and told my father she did not want to go 
West, but that she wanted to remain with m^V I no 
sooner asked this question when up jumped this beauti- 
ful girl and replied, "1 am the one." I said, ''Very 
well, I will take you." This made Elder Jones very 
mad. He said, ''Well, if there is any one who does not 
want to go any farther West, they do not have to." He 
then turned and walked out of the tent. I said to the 
girl, "Get your clothes as quickly as possible, and come 
along with me." She replied, "All the clothes I have 
are on my back." She had her sunbonnet in her hand. 
I asked her to let me carry it for her — I did so. When 
we were leaving, we met two young fellows and they 
asked her where she was going — she told them, and they 
responded, "You will be sorry to your dying day, if you 
leave us." I then told them to go along and attend to 
their own business. Well, we reached home safely with 
the girl, and I then told her to sit down and reflect, and 
to make up her mind if she really wanted to remain 
with us and let her friends and companions move on 
without her. She declared she did not wish to continue 
the journey westward with them, and that she wanted a 
home with me and my family. I said, "Very well, 3^ou 
can have a home with us and I will protect you from the 
Mormons." I had no sooner finished my talk with this 
girl when a body of Mormons came and surrounded our 


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Jiouse and tried to force themselves into it, in order to 
capture the girl. I had to hide her, and we had to keep 
guard over our house and fight these fellows off. They 
remained some ten days trying their best to get the girl. 
^]lder Jones commanded them not to return to camp 
until they got her, either dead or alive. We had a big 
fight with them and at last won out. They then joined 
Elder Jones and moved westward. We had to keep her 
hid until the Mormon campers moved on West. I had 
to do my work, so I hid the girl in a downstairs room 
so she could keep watch for herself, while the rest of us 
worked. When we no longer had to keep her a captive, 
we got acquainted with her. She told us her name was 
Betsy Edwards, that her mother was dead, and that her 
father was living, when she left England. She said she 
was of Welsh parents. She told me that Elder Jones 
went around from house to house in England and called 
on the young ladies of the house, in order to meet and 
persuade them to go to America with him, to join the 
Mormon colony in Utah. She stated that she and the 
three girls Jones had in his tent were not at their own 
homes when they left England, that they were working 
out, and their parents did not know that they had gone 
to America. She told me her girl companions. Elder 
Jones intended to take them for his wives when they 
reached Utah. I asked how they crossed the ocean, she 
replied, they came by steamer, and that all were steer- 
age passengers. 

Betsy Edwards remained with us about one year. 
Mr. Dennis had an old bachelor friend by the name of 
John Shipton. He invited him down quite often, in this 
way Betsy became acquainted with him. They seemed 
very fond of each other. We heard that Elder Jones 
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Betsy. So when J ohn SMpton asked her to be his wife, 
we were pleased and told her if she loved him, it would 
be better for them to marry before that old Mormon 
Elder returned, and then she would be safer with John 
than with us. So, when Mr. Shipton asked me for her, 
I told him he could have her, that is, if he would make 
her a good home and take care of her. He said he would 
make her a good home. So, in a month or two they were 
married. He owned a 160-acre farm, was baching and 
did not have any furniture in his cabin. He slept on a 
bunk, made in one corner of the cabin, ate off a dry 
goods box, and cooked by an open fire. He came to 
America before the Mormons did, and was of English 
descent. His 160-acre tract of land is now owned by the 
State, and the tuberculosis sanitorium is situated there- 
on. As soon as he and Betsy were engaged, he went to 
work and furnished up his cabin with the best that could 
be had in those days. It was a one-roomed cabin, and 
he divided it up by swinging a curtain through the cen- 
ter of it. They both came to me, and asked me what I 
thought about having a wedding — I told them I thought 
it would be nice to drive down to the city and get mar- 
ried, and when they returned I would have a nice wed- 
ding dinner in readiness for them. They did just as I 
planned for them to do. 

I got a nice woolen dress for Betsy, it was maroon 
colored, and had it made up in the very latest style for 
her. It was made with an embroidered silk panel down 
the front, and she wore a sky-scraper bonnet trimmed 
in lace and artificial fruit, and my daughter, Emma, 
made her a beautiful white lace collar, something like 
they wear now, for the neck of her dress and she wore 
her hair braided and coiled around her head. She 
looked very sweet and beautiful and exclaimed, ^^I am 


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very happy." After they were married they returned 
to our home — I kept my promise and served them a 
wedding dinner. I also prepared two large baskets of 
food, to last them several days, and gave it to them as 
they set off for their new home, very, very happy. The 
next day Emma and I went to visit them. They had 
their cabin all in order and were very comfortably en- 
joying their honeymoon by a big blazing log fire. The 
next year the old Mormon Elder returned. When he 
found that Betsy Edwards was married, and had a 
great big man to protect her, he moved on to New York 
and did not molest her. 

While Betsy was enjoying home, husband and corn 
pone, her three Mormon girl friends had to live on 
powdered bark, taken from the elm tree, which they 
had to use as a substitute for meal in making their pone 
or bread and had but the one husband among them — the 
old Mormon Elder. 

Contributed by Elizabeth Irish 


By Mrs. S. A. Irish 

In 1847 when but eleven years old, I went to New- 
port Center, five miles north of Iowa City, to live with 
my sister, Mrs. James Hill. We lived in a log cabin 
and our food consisted of cornmeal bread, hominy, and 
wild game. Often the wild fowls were so hungry that 
large flocks of them came to our barnyard searching for 
food, and my brother-in-law set traps there, and where 
wild turkeys roosted. In those days there was no need 
of anyone to go hungry. We crossed the trackless 

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prairies by ox team and forded the bridgeless streams, 
taking all risks of narrow escapes. 

During the long winter evenings while we were sit- 
ting around the open fireside in our pioneer homes, we 
children drank in the tales told by our elders of the 
Indians. We were ever on the alert, sniffing danger 
from afar and holding ourselves ready to flee at the 
sound of the first war-whoop. 

An old Indian chieftain, J umping Thunder, was left 
in this vicinity when the Sacs and Foxes were moved 
away from Iowa. He was old and somewhat unbal- 
anced. He spent his time wandering about the country 
and sometimes in the city, sleeping wherever night over- 
took him regardless of any remonstrance the host and 
hostess might make, however not much was made for all 
stood in fear of him and preferred to keep on peaceful 
terms. He often entered homes late at night by pulling 
the latch string according to pioneer custom and enter- 
ing. This was before the day of burglars. One night 
late he stealthily entered a pioneer home on Iowa Ave- 
nue, not awakening the family until finding himself 
without a bed he drew the mattress from under two of 
the family, leaving them suspended for the rest of the 
night on the cords which at that date formed the foun- 
dation of the bed. Stretching himself comfortably upon 
the floor upon the purloined mattress he cared not that 
the bed cords were cutting through the skin of his host 
and hostess who knowing it was the crazy Chief that had 
robbed them of their bedtick kept quiet and uncomfort- 
able until morning when they arose and shared their 
hoecake and hominy with the Brave. 

One day on our return home from a visit to one of 
our neighbors we found the crazy chieftain just taking 
possession. In one hand he carried a long spear, the 


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handle of wMch was profusely decorated with the scalps 
of the enemies he had overcome in the heydey of his 
power. He was well equipped to inspire terror in even 
those who knew him well, so Mr. Hill told him to pucca- 
chee, which meant, go on or get out — but Mr. Brave 
only grunted and entered the house ahead of us. We 
followed trembling with fear. He soon drew his scalp- 
ing knife and ordered us to prepare food and after he 
was well filled he ordered us to take my mattress from 
the bedstead and place it on the floor for him in front 
of the fireplace. This was done hastily if not graciously 
and he soon stretched himself upon it comfortably, 
placing his scalping knife under his head, after stand- 
ing his spear within his reach. When he was thought to 
be sound asleep we arranged for a family bed — so that 
we might have the protection of each other. Around 
this bed the furniture was heaped for protection. After 
much difficulty and sly work the spear was gotten out- 
side of the house — then came the feat of removing if 
possible the scalping knife — so that we might retire in 
at least fancied safety. We girls were breathlessly 
watching the attempt to remove the knife when to our 
horror the Indian was aroused and jumped up so 
furiously that we crouched down in fear and trembling, 
thinking our hour had arrived. He demanded the re- 
turn of the weapons and Mr. Hill had to bring them 
back, the Brave took them to his couch once more and 
reluctantly lay down for another sleep. We also 
stretched ourselves as best we could in the family bed 
not to sleep but to await the coming of morning which 
to our fevered brains seemed long overdue — when at 
last the sun appeared above the eastern horizon. 

A few years later, after I was married we made our 
home in Toledo, Tama County. In company with some 

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of our neighbors Mr. Irish and I went one day to visit 
the Indian camp about four miles from Toledo, Tama 
County. This was in the summer of 1856. We hap- 
pened to choose what was for the Indians a gala day, a 
couple had been married and the festivities were in 
progress. The groom was strutting about in glinting 
costume of fur, feathers and bead-trimmed skins; 
around his neck was a heavy chain of wampum and 
carelessly thrown about his shoulders was a bright red 
blanket. This he frequently let fall so as to display his 
finery while picking it up. The bride appeared some- 
what shamefaced and her ears were hung full of com- 
mon lead rings and on her wrists she also wore many 

The feast was cooking in the open where we could 
all get a good view of what it consisted in, and how 
mixed. The large iron kettles swung over the fire in 
which was corn cut from the cob. The seasoning for 
this tender, delicious green corn was nothing less than 
tender, delicious young puppies which, at the moment 
of our arrival lay piled up with strips of calico tied 
tight about their necks — this strip was all the dressing 
they got for cooking. When the strip had finally 
stopped their breathing the puppies were taken by their 
tails and dropped ceremoniously into the kettles with 
the steaming corn. A profusion of smoked black coffee 
pots stood around holding a plentiful supply of coffee, 
this with baskets of Indian-made maple sugar of dark 
hue completed the feast which to the Indians was the 
top notch of delicacy and elaborateness of menu. 

Some of the older squaws were busy weaving cloth 
very similar to the Navaho blankets. The weaving was 
done on their primitive and homemade looms consisting 
of two cylinders, the web was around the one suspended 


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from the top of the wikiup, leaving the threads to drop 
straight down to the other cylinder which rested on the 
ground or near to it. The woof started in the lower 
cylinder and worked up as high as possible when for 
convenience the lower cylinder could be rolled and the 
w^eaving proceed. From a large wikiup nearby the 
voices of braves in speech could be heard. We were out 
on a voyage of discovery so uninvited we mustered up 
courage to march in and through the tent several times. 
This was when we were young and thoughtless and now 
when my head is snowy white I humbly beg their pardon 
for the intrusion. It was a meeting of their legislative 
body, and very interesting to the young Chieftain and 
aids who were receiving the laws and traditions of their 
tribes from their elders. All were reclining on their 
bunk of straw and blankets except the speaker who sat 
in a position to be heard and seen by all of his men. 

A short time after this visit to the Indians, Mr. Irish 
was called to survey the boundary lines of the Indians ' 
land. And the proud newly-wed Indian was a helper in 
carrying the measuring chain on the line. 

When Mr. Irish had reached a point of the survey 
opposite the Indian village down on the river and a mile 
or more distant, he focused the transit telescope on the 
town and had this same Indian step up to the instru- 
ment for a view. He of course had no knowledge of 
what awaited him, and by chance his dusky bride passed 
across his field of view. This was the limit of his chain- 
ing. For at the sight of the one so dear to his heart he 
bounded off down the bluff, at a run and high jump 
speed, that would today put our brag sprints in the 
shade, so on he went as if the very demons were after 
him, until he reached the village and clasped the dear 
one of his heart in fond embrace. 


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The Indians before getting their land in shape for 
cultivation for raising corn and beans have their squaws, 
hire ground in fields of the whites to grow their corn on.. 
I had an unpleasant setto with a rather fierce looking 
squaw who had a couple of acres of sweet corn planted 
in a field adjoining Toledo. She had her wigwam set up 
at the farther side of the field where just beyond, Deer 
Creek skirts the western hills. Myself and three other 
ladies took the well-trod footpath through this cornfield 
to the creek to gather wild plums. This path led by the 
squaw's wikiup; so after we had our pails and baskets 
filled with the delicious fruit we trudged on towards 
our homes, stopping when we came to the squaw's wig- 
wam for we were both tired and were quite anxious to 
get some of this Indian woman's variety of corn — it was 
purple and had plump grains. After chatting a while 
with the squaw and prescribing for her sick papoose 
that lay in a little hammock, and looked more dead than 
alive (our sympathy was strong for both mother and 
child), we said to each other, what a cruel creature the 
husband and father must be, to not be in evidence and 
doing his share of the labor of drying corn and caring 
for his family. Before leaving, we bantered her to swap 
us corn for plums. To this she agreed and took the 
fruit, then refused to give us the corn, so as we passed 
on out of her view we each plucked an ear for seed, just 
then came the first Indian war whoop either of us had 
ever heard. Simultaneously we turned and lo, the 
squaw was just behind us brandishing her glittering 
knife and threatening our scalps. All but one of our 
party threw the corn down and all ran for dear life with 
this demon right at our heels to the fence where I got 
my skirt caught on a rail which held me until my weight 
caused the cloth of my dress to give way — I fell, stun- 


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ning myself — when I got up, my party had gone on and 
left me to my fate. I did not stop to gather up the 
mashed plums, but I rushed home and locked myself in, 
drew down the curtains and waited in terror for my 
husband to return home. When he did arrive, he was 
surprised to find me in the house on such a hot day with 
all the doors and windows closed. I was so frightened 
when he tried the door, I would not open it until I heard 
his voice — upon entering he enquired why I was trem- 
bling so, then I told him of our hairbreadth escape from 
being scalped. He said, After we have our dinner we 
will get our lady friends and get more plums and show 
this old squaw that we are not afraid of her." So we 
made the second trip and stopped as before at her corn 
drying camp. However Mr. Irish was the only one who 
sat down. The squaw was black mad so we women stood 
ready to run at the slightest demonstration of fight. 
When we departed she followed us again in the same 
demonstrative way. When we saw her coming, Mr. 
Irish seated himself beside the footpath and she came 
running up to him with the big scalping knife swinging 
it in her hand. The squaw was astonished to see Mr. 
Irish sitting beside the path in such a cool, calm way 
that it cooled down her rage, she dropped the knife and 
proceeded to give him a tongue lashing, informing him 
what would happen if we took any more of her corn. 

Whenever this squaw saw my husband on the street 
in company with other people, she would join the crowd 
and call attention to Mr. Irish, and say ^^Bad Pochoke 
man, his squaw steal my Indian tomanoc." Pochoke 
man means white man and tomanoc means corn. 

In those days when the Tama County people held 
their County Fairs, 4th of July Celebrations, Barbe- 
cues, etc., they always hired the Masquakie Indians to 

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entertain the public by giving Indian powwows and 
dancing — such exhibitions of the red man's accomplish- 
ments always drew a large crowd of settlers together. 
Once there was a picnic held in Toledo, which brought 
all the people of the county together. At this picnic the 
Indians were to dance to pay for their dinner. After 
the cloths were spread and our lunch placed upon them, 
imagine our surprise when the Indians made a grand 
rush to the table and devoured all of our dinner. Not 
one of the picnic party was brave enough to push them 
back, as the Indians had come according to agreement 
to give us a war dance, hence we had to stand by and see 
our dinner disappear down the savages' throats. They 
did not leave a criunb for any of us. My husband 
thought this was one of the best all around jokes of our 
pioneer life in Central Iowa. 

The American Indian's religion and its teachings 
are kept alive in these later days by the older Indians. 

They relate that the spirit of man came upon the 
earth seeking incarnation long after it was inhabited by 
birds and beasts. The spirit wandered through the for- 
ests crying out to each animal it met, ^'Ho, elder broth- 
er, the children have no bodies. ' ' The fox sent the spirit 
to the beaver, and the beaver sent it to the bear, and the 
bear to the redbird. 

The spirit found the redbird sitting in a tree by the 
river bank, and repeated to it the plaintive cry for in- 
carnation, ^^Ho, elder brother, the children have no 
bodies." The redbird granted the spirit its prayer, 
saying: '^I will give your children bodies. My blood 
shall be their blood, my bones shall be their bones, and 
they shall see with my eyes. My feathers shall cover 
their heads, but their legs shall be bare, as mine are 


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So the children of man came and dwelt under the 
trees by the river, and every animal of the forest in the 
beginning was their elder brother. The bear they 
claimed as their grandfather, and to them he was the 
embodiment of physical strength and prowess. The 
Indians are often heard to address a prayer to their 
' ' grandfather, ' ' the bear, for physical strength to over- 
come sickness and death. In this they do not attribute 
to the bear divine strength, merely physical and mortal 
strength ; the redbird, or dove, alone having divine at- 

If a warrior lose his scalp, which represents the 
feathers of the bird conferred upon him when he was 
first incarnated, he thus lost all connection between the 
mortal and the immortal. For such there could be no 
immortality, for when they took up their journey after 
death and came to the parting of the trails, they would 
grow confused and take the wrong trail, followed by all 
who offend the Great Spirit — the trail that had no end 
and led to no place, an eternity of wandering. And this 
was all the punishment the Indians believe will fall to 
the most abject and vicious of mankind. 


August 1st, 1912, to September 1st, 1913 

AUGUST, 1912 

Mrs. Margaret Kankin 
Henry Heammerle .... 
Mrs. John Shipton.... 
Mrs. George Pinney. . . 

90 J. D. Stull 

94 Mrs. J. M. Adams 

75 John Greulieh . . . 



Henry Speight 

John H. Whetstone. 
Mrs. Horace B. Page 
Jacob Zimmerman . 

81 Mrs. Margaret McCraith 

68 Mrs. Julia Hawk 

64 Mrs. Hiram Heath 



Johnson County, Iowa 


OCTQBEE, 1912 

Mrs. E. F. Brockway. 71 

Mrs. Christian Grauer 62 

Thomas B. Allen 72 

Marcus Dunlap 65 

W. C. Wentz 64 

Mrs. Elizabeth Ijams. 82 

John Bell 80 

Nicholas Dalscheid 82 

Mrs. Jane A, Luse 82 

(Widow of Judge Z. C. Luse.) 

Mrs. Margaret Paine Palmer 67 

Samuel Earhart 45 

John Walsh 40 

John K Burk 66 

Mrs. Gertrude Epeneter 79 

Mrs. Isaac Weeber 69 

Miss Mary Miller 71 

Mrs. Wm. Bremner 76 

(Nee Kate Hampton.) 
Mrs. Joseph Wray 70 


Mrs. W. W. Myler 31 

(Miss Elizabeth Ballard) 

Mrs. Elizabeth Trimble .71 

Mrs. H. R. Bowe — 

Wm. J. Clair .46 

George Hummer 70 

Miss Margaret Lee 76 


Nathan Orville Mead .53 Jay Denton .4'8 

Harvey Bishop 60 Mrs. Mary Zeller 70 

Walter J. Evans 65 Zell Hutchinson 69 

JANUARY, 1913 

Mrs. Minerva Wildman. 81 

John W. Sweeting 84 

Rufus Lumbard 91 

John Andrew Saunders 81 

Elizabeth Green 79 

Magdaline Hoerlein 80 

Mrs. Daniel Corlett 84 

F. X. Freyder ..91 

Mrs. Will Younkin. . . . . — 

Mrs. Nettie Hiekle .50 

Mrs. Anna Bickford. ........ .88 

Mrs. D. W. Green. 66 

Mrs. Rebecca White 86 

Mrs. Wilhelmina Falk 77 


Mrs. Marcella Ward ....... 

James C. Love 

J. C. Spencer 

Mrs. Susan Phillips Hunter. 
(Widow of John Hunter.) 

J. B. Scofield 83 

David A. Munger 77 

Charles Lantz 38 

Mrs. Mary Shields 84 

Thomas Metcalf 72 

Mrs. Emma Seymour Smith 59 

Mrs. Balser Kembal Hormel 74 


Albert Krall 

. . . .71 


. . . .64 


.... 64 




MARCH, 1913 

Mrs. W. P. Hartley......... 70 

Henry Lewis 75 

Will Pickering 50 

Andrew Douglas — 

George W. Emmons. 51 

Mrs. Magdaline Koler Bruhn 74 

Mrs. Christena Boberich — 


The Old Settlers' Association of 

APEIL, 1913 

Mrs. E. W. Paterson 78 

Mrs. Catherine Drizhal — 

Mrs. Cora Eobins Fracker 61 

Mrs. James McKray 91 

Anna L. Jacobs — 

Mrs. Patrick Murphy 

Mrs. Charles Bird Strickler, 

Mrs. Al. Clements 

(Caroline Williams) 
Mrs. Louise Nass 

MAY, 1913 

Mrs. Pebe Berrj Bailj 70 

Miss Minnie Hormel 47 

Mrs. Henry Hinkley 84 

Mrs. Elsie Oathout Latimer '85 

Peter Lentz 84 

Mrs. Evelyn Landry — 

William N. Haynes. 

John Hess 

Charles G. Smith. . . . 

James Maher 

Mrs. June Morrison. 
Kev. Jacob Yoder . . . 

JUNE, 1913 

Jacob Eicker 82 

Mrs. William Gaunt 86 

Mrs. Joseph Barborka 72 

E. C. Clapp 61 

Mrs. G. W. Marqart 70 

Mrs. Louis Doty 84 

E. F. Rate 

Florence Mayer 

Mrs. Jeremiah Stover. 
Mrs. Elinor Coulter . . 

(Nee Ida Hunter.) 
Mrs. John Beecher . . . 

JULY, 1913 

Julia Boye 77 L. M. Lawyer. 

Mrs. Conrad Schuessler 43 John Borts .... . 

(Nee Ollie Huff) Abraham Miller 

James C. Cochran 79 Henry C. Borts. 

Mrs. S. A. Lewis 81 Adolph Swigart 

Mrs. L. H. Evans 43 

AUGUST, 1913 

Mrs. George Pickering 82 

Mrs. J. W. Walker 84 

William Green 80 

J. A. Warner 68 

Mrs. E. M. Kelley 75 

Mrs. Mary Miller 

(Widow of Abraham Miller.) 

Eochus Knebel 

William J. Bowen 

John Anthony Goetz 

September 1st, 1913, to September 8th, 1914 


Mrs. Mary Everts 72 Alfred J. King 

N. S. Shafer 69 A. K. Rogers 

E. W. Baluff ■ 79 Mrs. Lou Titcomb 

Johnson County, Iowa 

Mrs. Anna Eeynolds 84 

J. V. Storm 58 

Mrs. J. J. Hatch ...65 

David A. Jones 73 

Mrs. George Sclirader 44 

Phil Omsler 86 

James Beltz 

Mrs. Ina Westenhaver Powell 

Prank Einda 

Wm. Sweet 

Mrs. John Plank 

OCTOBEE, 1913 

Chas. E. Eobinson 80 

Mrs. Eobert Mahan — 

Mrs. Eobert Eees 48 

Mrs. Josephine Slavata 85 

Jerry Miller 40 

Mrs. Anna B. Albright 82 

John J. Kervin 83 

Prank Andrlek 

Mrs. William Lytle Lodge 

Wm. A. Shuck 

John E. Hughes 

Geo. Lumbard 

Prank Anton 

Ulrich Meffneggar 


Wm. Eussell — 

Mrs. Julia Howe 76 

Herman Barrer — 

Wm. Watson Gardner 78 

Michael Doll 97 

Dr. S. S. Lytle 72 

John A. Springmayer 65 

Mrs. E. N. Hoffman. .. 

Mrs. O. Bowman 

Miss Elizabeth Coover. 

Silas Humphrey 

Mrs. Ellen Hughes . . . . 
John E. Eoberts 


A. L. Sorter 71 

Mrs. Lydia Edmonds 76 

Mrs. Susan Jacobs 73 

A. D. King 56 

Mrs. John (Cherry) Euge — 

Michael Cash — 

James Tierney 50 

David Goodwin 

Ezra Hamilton 

Mrs. Elizabeth Poster. 

Henry Evers 

Jared Dondore 

Mrs. Sarah Strahle . . . 
Mrs. Mary Burich 

JANUAEY, 1914 

Mrs. Anna Mellicher 68 

Jas. M. Converse 66 

Eichard Eeeves 73 

Mrs. Jos. Zinkula — 

Mrs. Martha Jolly 100 

P. Holderman 46 

Wm. Phelps 68 

Michael Loftus — 

Geo. L. Jones 

Alexander Sweeney 
Mrs. Peter Miller. , 
Wm. E. Edwards . . 
Mrs. Sarah Bloom. 
Mrs. Mary Shalla. , 
Mrs. Anna Cox. . . . 


Jos. P. Dvorak — Mrs. Hannah Cox. 

Thos. G. Eoberts 67 John Cochran . . . . 

Mrs. Mary M. Knebel 71 James Meintzer .. 

The Old Settlers' Association of 

MAECH, 1914 

Mrs. Mary SMma 71 

Mrs. Mary A. Brandt 85 

Miss Janet Sherwood .— 

Mrs. Hannah E. Griggs 75 

Mrs. Kate Korab. 82 

Henry Lee 73 

Mrs. Jas. Lacina 

Eichard Preston 

Mrs. Patrick Jones. .... . 

Mrs. Sarah E. Sangster. . 
Mrs. Honore Flannagan 
Mrs. W. H. Stoner 

APEIL, 1914 

Mrs. D. E. Jones 76 

Peter Eohret 85 

Wm. Delaney 82 

Samuel Plank 68 

Calvin Grady 70 

Mrs. Thesbia Tarbox 67 

Mrs. Anna Hartsock 62 

Mrs. Elizabeth Eansom 66 

Hubert H. Jones 

Mrs. Bridget Grady. . 
Henry A. Walker . . . , 
Mrs. W. E. C. Foster. 
F. P. Hutchinson. . . . 

Anna Hinman 

Frank H. Laufer.... 
Peter Miller , 

MAY, 1914 

Judge John F. Dillon 83 Dr. C. H. Preston, 

Chas. K. Lake... 54 Mrs. James Doyle. 

JUNE, 1914 

Jacob C. Switzer 71 

Mrs. M. J. Sterling 73 

Mrs. Abner Bradley 70 

Mrs. Catherine Yoakum 89 

Eobert Anthony 63 

Wesley Horak 73 

Mrs. Thomas McLachlan 58 

Mrs. Fred Vorel 

Adam Michael 

Mrs. Ella Hughes Gow. . . 
Mrs. Marie Louisa Davies 

Emery Bradway 

Fred Buck 

Mrs. John Deatsch 

JULY, 1914 

Mrs. Eliza Hoy 87 J. M. Anson 

Mrs. D. Spiedel 70 Mrs. Evans 

Mrs. David Jayne 68 Mrs. S. B. Hazard. 

Mrs. A. M. Spence 50 

Henry L. Hinkley 91 

Mrs. Martha A. Eoss — 

Mrs. Wm. Miller 72 

John Busby 80 

Jos. Smith 73 

John Stoley 60 

Elmer Bridenstine — 

Mrs. Barbara Kosdurka 70 

Mrs. Stauloy Marcsh — 

AUGUST, 1914 

Mrs. Wm. Curtis 

Joseph Lefonesk . . . , 
John W. Morf ord . . . , 
Mrs. Clara Shulthise. 

Christian Korn 

Enoch Marks 

Andrew Jones 

John T. Jones 


Johnson County^ Iowa 45 


For the Tear 1915 

President Joseph Walker 

First Vice President A. W. Beuter 

Second Vice President Geo. Hunter 

Secretary H. J. Wieneke 

Treasurer O. A. Byington 

Executive Committee: 

George Magruder George Cochran 

Wm. T. Kelso W. P. Hohenschuh 

Elizabeth Irish O. R. Williams 

John L. Adams J. E. McCollister 

O. A. Byington Frank Stackman 

Date of Annual Meeting for 1915 : September lOth 

Committee for Publication of Year Book 

Elizabeth Irish 
O. A. Byington